Chapter 171 Torture

Over the next hour,

the bookstore was filled with a rare atmosphere of "studying and improving," truly resembling a bookstore.

Zhou Ze sat on the sofa, holding a few printed color photos in his hand, looking at them while occasionally taking a sip of coffee.

Lawyer An leaned against the wall, holding a cigarette in one hand while flipping through many color photos, seemingly coughing a few times due to smoking too much.

Yingying sat cross-legged on the ground, her legs covered in white silk,

completely covered with color photos.

Zhou Ze finished looking at the photos in his hand, threw them aside, and continued to pick up photos from Yingying's legs, one by one.

Xu Qinglang sat at the table, the old Taoist sat behind the bar, and the little boy sat on the stairs,

even the little monkey sat on the beam, holding a stack of color photos, and throwing them down if he wasn't satisfied after looking at them.

Zhou Ze was holding a color photo,

with the title above it being [Long Nails Placed Under All Limbs],

and a photo,

of a person lying painfully on the bed,

with several little ghosts next to him nailing steel nails into his body,

the human body has just over two hundred bones, and each bone is nailed with steel nails.

"Ugh..."

Zhou Ze yawned and shouted:

"Lao An, where did you get all this from?"

Zhou Ze asked Lawyer An for some exemplary punishments, and Lawyer An printed out a large stack for him. Clearly, this wasn't drawn and described by Lawyer An himself, it was impossible to be so fast.

"Downloaded directly from Baidu Encyclopedia."

Lawyer An replied.

"Reliable?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Anyway, Boss, you're the one drawing them on, they are all the crystallization of the wisdom of the working people. Just use whichever one you like."

Indeed,

everyone in the bookstore now

was flipping through photos and descriptions of hellish punishments,

needing to select the four most tormenting ones,

and then Zhou Ze would draw them on the Yin-Yang Record,

and throw the souls of those four scumbags into them.

However, there were too many punishments, leading to a kind of choice paralysis.

Which one was the most enjoyable?

Which one was the most cruel and ruthless?

Which one wouldn't let these scumbags off so easily?

"Haven't you seen real executions in the underworld?"

"I have, they're actually not that different from this, but some punishments are more complex and difficult to create outside of the hell environment. Oh, Boss, look at this one, this one is absolutely bloody, violent, and has substance, completely perverted!"

Lawyer An walked up to Zhou Ze and handed him the color photo.

This punishment referred to giving someone iron water to drink after they were thirsty to a certain degree, and then waiting for the iron water to solidify in their stomach, causing the internal organs to begin to sink.

Because they were dead souls, there was no situation of the belly being directly burned by the iron water, allowing them to experience a super version of stomach prolapse pain.

"And then cut open the stomach and take out the iron block, and then continue to repeat the cycle."

Lawyer An laughed as he spoke.

"Have you all chosen? Let's summarize." Zhou Ze shouted.

Next,

everyone placed the punishments they thought were the most enjoyable and cruel in front of Zhou Ze,

which were truly bizarre and diverse,

playing out more high-end effects

on the basis of tormenting people.

"Boss, actually, I think treating them the way they treated others is more appropriate." The old Taoist said after handing over the color photo, "Just lock them in the same environment, get beaten up every day and then that and that, plus darkness and despair…"

Zhou Ze glanced at the old Taoist and said, "What if they end up enjoying being tormented?"

"…" The old Taoist.

That's right,

wouldn't that let them enjoy it every day?

"Alright, just these four then."

Zhou Ze selected four punishments,

picked up the pen,

and prepared to start drawing.

"Boss, how's your drawing skill?" Lao Zhang walked in at this time. He had just been smoking outside and didn't participate in this selection. It wasn't that he was being fussy, but he had eaten too much late-night snack and needed to digest.

"Or, I'll give you the pen, you do it?"

Zhou Ze handed the pen to Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang immediately waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "That won't do, that won't do."

Actually,

everyone knew in their hearts

that only the boss himself could draw on the Yin-Yang Record with this pen. Others simply couldn't do it. Just the resistance of that bastard pen and the backlash from the Yin-Yang Record were not something ordinary people could withstand.

Zhou Ze's drawing skills were really average, not even at an amateur level, but the effect he drew was not bad, even very impressive.

At first, he was drawing based on the pictures in the color photos, but slowly, he could also appropriately add some of his own things.

The surrounding onlookers let out exclamations of admiration,

saying that the boss was hiding his talents,

especially Yingying,

"Wow, Boss, I never knew you could draw, and you're so good at it."

The steel pen trembled slightly to show respect.

Zhou Ze squeezed it hard, smiled slightly, and his expression was reserved, meaning this was nothing, what was this?

Actually, this was because he and the bastard pen were connected in their minds, so the bastard pen quietly made corrections and improvements for him.

Of course, there was no need to explain this, it was good to maintain this beautiful misunderstanding.

Soon,

the first painting was finished,

the one Lawyer An had chosen, the punishment of drinking iron water.

Putting down the pen, Zhou Ze wasn't in a hurry to draw the second one, because he didn't know if doing it this way would have any effect.

"Grab one over."

Zhou Ze said.

Lawyer An immediately grabbed the soul of the female kidnapper and brought her over,

tore off the talisman on her forehead,

and the female kidnapper immediately screamed:

"Who are you, where is this, what are you going to do to me, what are you going to do!!!"

"Impudence!"

Zhou Ze glanced at her,

and the aura of the constable spread out,

and the female kidnapper immediately knelt down, trembling.

For dead souls,

the underworld and everything that was tainted with the aura of the underworld

was extremely terrifying!

Perhaps fierce ghosts or more advanced ghosts would be better, but this female kidnapper had no chance or time to become anything else.

"Please, spare me, spare me, please, I'll be your slave, I'll do anything you want me to do, please spare me, spare me."

The female kidnapper kept kowtowing and begging Zhou Ze,

just like the girls she had kidnapped had begged her in the past.

In fact, many people like to play this kind of double standard, especially villains.

"Come out, take her in."

Zhou Ze shouted.

"Meow!"

That black cat

jumped out of the Yin-Yang Record.

Xu Qinglang, who was standing next to him, looked at the black cat with burning eyes. He remembered that this black cat knew formations.

The black cat glanced at the man who was more beautiful than a woman in surprise, and felt that the way this person looked at it was a little hot.

"Take her in."

Zhou Ze said.

"Meow!"

The black cat's tail lengthened and directly circled the soul of the female kidnapper, forcibly stuffing it into the Yin-Yang Record.

After that,

in the painting that Zhou Ze had just finished,

in the middle of several little ghosts,

the panicked figure of the female kidnapper appeared,

and the picture began to move,

she began to be exposed to the sun, began to be severely dehydrated, began to be extremely thirsty, and then a little ghost gave her iron water…

It was clearly just the crude effect of flipping through comic books from decades ago,

but it really gave people a creepy feeling,

because,

these

were real,

she would always be in here,

eternally enduring this punishment,

unable to end,

unable to terminate,

until Zhou Ze forgot about her existence,

but forgetting,

also meant never stopping!

When dealing with dead souls, there was no need to judge the sentence, it completely depended on how happy you were.

The ten Kings of Hell in hell actually had their own special duties, such as King Equality of the ninth hall, who was in charge of most of the punishments, but because of the special nature of the bookstore, doing it secretly behind the underworld's back wasn't taken seriously by anyone.

The underworld's current order was already lax, and some things were turned a blind eye to, not to mention, they couldn't naturally see the bookstore here.

The heavens are high and the emperor is far away, lawless.

Zhou Ze drew three more paintings, all of which were the punishments that everyone had picked out before, and then successively put the old man, the fat aunt, and the male kidnapper into them.

The old man was thrown into a snake pit, enduring the pain of being torn apart by ten thousand snakes, as well as the torment of countless small snakes drilling in and out of his body, and he would never die!

Not dying meant it would never end, and you would always remain conscious, unable to faint.

Here, sleep, fainting, any pauses and suspensions did not exist, you were like a spring, keep working.

The fat aunt had to endure the pain of having little ghosts nail every bone in her body every day and take them out one by one,

maybe it wouldn't be long before the fat aunt would know more about the structure of human bones than the most powerful bone-setting expert in the martial world.

The male kidnapper was arranged with a super supreme package,

several little ghosts

were responsible for stretching his foreskin longer and longer every day,

cutting a hole, continuing to stretch and stretch,

until his whole person was wrapped in the foreskin, letting him enjoy the torment of suffocation.

Suffocation would last all day, and then at night, those foreskins would be cut open, stir-fried, and forcibly stuffed into his mouth, bursting his stomach.

The next day, what should be restored would be restored, and what should grow out would grow out, and then, continue…

Everything was done,

Zhou Ze closed the Yin-Yang Record,

threw the steel pen,

to be honest,

he now wanted to forget about this incident directly,

it was really a bit disgusting,

forget it, forget it,

just let them continue like this, it's also good.

"Monkey, take it away."

Zhou Ze pushed the Yin-Yang Record towards the monkey, and the monkey immediately put the Yin-Yang Record into his small satchel and patted it.

"I made fruit salad, do you want to eat it?"

Xu Qinglang said to the little monkey.

"Squeak squeak squeak!!!" The monkey nodded excitedly and followed Xu Qinglang to the kitchen.

Lawyer An smiled

and said:

"Boss, I don't remember seeing an example of your last punishment for the male kidnapper in our color photos?"